At this time, the Nightmare was still wandering through the battlefield of the two armies, walking unhurriedly towards the center of the fiercest fighting.

"Who are you, if you don't stop, we're going to kill you!" a dragon clan minion trembled and pointed his knife at the Ink Nightmare, but he couldn't hold back and trembled, it was really the murderous aura on the Ink Nightmare was too strong.

The figure of the ink mare was hoarse, "Get out of the way or die!" Hearing this, the dragon clan's minions swallowed their saliva and hurriedly ran away, shouting as they ran, "Come on, come on, kill me ......" Before he finished speaking, a thin needle pierced through his eyebrows. Die.

This flying needle is Lin Shuiqing's. Ink Nightmare looked indifferently at the dragon warriors surrounding him, the Ice Wrath Demon Knife in his hand was unsheathed, and Ink Nightmare was ghostly, and came behind the two dragon warriors.

"Huh!" the shadow of the knife flashed, and the two died.

Ink Nightmare fled again without saying a word, and every time the sword shadow flashed, at least one dragon clan died, and in just two breaths, more than a dozen dragons died under the Ink Nightmare knife.

As soon as Mo Wei turned his head, the corners of his mouth lifted, and it turned out that he saw eighteen dragons in white robes and riding war horses chasing after him. The Ice Grudge Demon Knife in the hand of the Ink Nightmare was slightly on one side, the cold light was cold, and the afterimages on the Ink Nightmare were left here, and the next moment it was either the neighing of the war horse or the splashing of the stumps.

"Whew!" Gray Ruthlessness annihilated all the Dragon Emperor Clans more than ten meters around, and Ink Nightmare quickly chased after the Eighteen White-robed Horsemen of the Emperor Clan who had just turned around and wanted to escape.

At this time, the dragon barracks.

"What, are they all dead?" said Duanyang in surprise, and then returned to normal, "Okay, send three teams of yellow-robed eighteen horsemen to kill him." And at this time, Tuziqin came to him, "General." Duan Yang responded, and Tu Ziqin also saw Mo Xiao who was chasing the eighteen horsemen in the white robe of the imperial clan at this time, and said with a smile: "This kid." After hearing Tu Ziqin's words, Lan Duanyang was stunned, "You brought this person?" Tu Ziqin nodded and said, "Uncle, how is it, I'm okay." ”

After listening to Tu Ziqin's words, Duan Yang almost didn't spurt out a mouthful of old blood, "Why did you kid bring us a madman, just now, he killed more than twenty elemental masters of our dragon clan, including a team of white-robed eighteen horsemen!" Tu Ziqin said in surprise: "Ah!"

"Oh!" Duanyang seemed to think of something, and then said to himself, "It's over, it's too late." Tu Ziqin asked suspiciously, "Uncle, what's wrong?" Duan Yang gave him a fierce look.

At this time, Mo Wei had already killed all the eighteen white-robed horsemen of the imperial clan, licking the blood on the knife. At this moment, a group of yellow-robed elemental lords rode their horses towards the Ink Nightmare. The Nightmare vanished again, appearing on a yellow-robed eighteen-rider horse, and her white left hand stabbed into the vest of the yellow-robed eighteen-rider, taking her heart out. When he got closer, he realized that he had killed a young woman from the dragon clan. The Nightmare eats the heart and disappears.

"Brother!" Tu Ziqin's voice sounded in Murma's ears, Murre, who knew that it was impossible for him to kill all these dragons, and Murmur came out of the ground beside Tu Ziqin, and it was night, and Murmur could appear from any black place.

Seeing that Mo Wei had withdrawn his hand, Tu Ziqin took a long breath and said, "You have made me miserable, why did you even kill our people?"

Murree said indifferently, "They have come to kill me, and, whoever stands in my way, die." After hearing Mo Wei's words, Tu Ziqin frowned, and then said, "You killed a team of our white-robed eighteen horsemen and several yellow-robed eighteen horsemen, if you don't want to be blamed by the general, at least kill the same elemental master of the imperial clan." Murmur snorted and disappeared in place.

At this time, Tu Ziqin heard the voice of Duan Yang, "When the vitality of the imperial clan he killed is damaged, you will ......" Tu Ziqin nodded after hearing this, and then quietly followed behind the ink nightmare.

In the imperial military camp, the general saw that the ink was coming to his side, and said to a black-robed young man beside him, "Cheng, go kill him!" The voice was cold, and after receiving the general's instructions, the black-robed young man known as Cheng also disappeared in place.

On the battlefield, "Drink!" A group of Imperial warriors surrounded the Ink Nightmare, shouted in unison, and then squeezed towards the Ink Nightmare. The ink mare didn't move, but the murderous dragon breath around the body kept flying, and these C- and D-level elemental masters died in pieces. Ink Nightmare has killed dozens of Imperial Warriors on the field, and the highest is only a C+3 level elemental master, and Ink Nightmare's brows gradually furrowed.

At this moment, Murray felt a chill in his neck behind him, and he fled without saying a word.

"Sa. A puddle of blood was scattered all over the ground, and the wound on Ink Nightmare's neck healed in an instant.

Murmur looked around, and there was no shadow of a single person in the night. Murmur lurked in the darkness, quietly waiting for the man to appear.

"Whoa. The sound of the sword wind sounded, and Ink turned in surprise, yes, he found himself.

There was no one, it was just darkness, but the few extra scars that could be seen behind the ink were witnesses to the scene just now. Ink Wei knew that this person should be an A-level elemental master, who could escape in space, but he didn't have the strength to kill himself with one blow. Beads of sweat rolled down Ink Nightmare's forehead, and he clenched the Ice Demon Knife in his hand.

But Ink Nightmare waited for a long time, and that person really didn't make another move, and Ink Nightmare cautiously manipulated the murderous aura to sweep through this space. No one is hiding here. Murre, confused, but walked towards the Imperial Battlefield.

More and more Imperial Elemental Lords were killed by the Ink Nightmare, but still none of the B-rank Elemental Lords appeared, and the Imperial General seemed to be unable to bear it.

"It's strange, why hasn't Cheng come back yet, is he dead? No, I haven't seen what happened to that madman. The Imperial General was distressed, "Hao, go and kill him!" Another black-robed young man disappeared in place, this time the Imperial General was prepared, "Hao, you follow Hao, come back as soon as something is wrong!"

Ink Nightmare didn't know that the Emperor Clan had sent three A-level Elemental Master Dead Warriors to deal with him at once, and Ink Nightmare was still killing the Emperor Clan's Elemental Master on the battlefield.

Ink Nightmare now felt a palpitation inexplicably, and at the same time, his spiritual power spread all around.

"Whoosh!" Ink immediately teleported, avoiding the fatal spot, but still suffering a lot of injuries. Ink Nightmare covered the left ear that was cut off, the flesh and blood on the left ear quickly recovered, and it grew again, Ink Nightmare was angry this time, he couldn't see the other party, but the other party always stabbed you in the back, who could bear it.

"Ahh

"Tu Zi Qin?" Mo Wei saw Tu Zi Qin, who had just been separated from him, and Tu Zi Qin touched his nose in embarrassment, and then said, "I just helped you solve a dead soldier, and when I came back, I saw two more coming." "Murre's heart is indeed doubly wary of Tu Ziqin.

The scene suddenly became solemn.